Ramblings

I feel divorced. From reality and mundane conversation. From brownies that were baked in a moment of insufferable optimism. I'm caught in verse. In Turgenev and Dylan Thomas. In Kafka and jazz. I'm drowning in strong hot rich coffee and passionate writing. Do you see a billion stars and sometimes it's just so vast you want to cry. Cry at outer space.
I'm thinking of memories of long ago. Of black and white houses on a black and white street 30 years before i was born. And yet i remember. Other people's memories in other people's worlds and they are as real to me as these words on this screen and all my life. In a black and white movie at 16 frames a second.